Mitsuko stood upon the crag and looked up at the stars as the freezing wind whipped about her. It was
strange not to psychically sense home. She'd been in warpstorms before, but this was something else entirely. It was like absolute silence instead of a dull roaring and screaming intermixed that the storms brought on. She imagined that the Navigators were losing their minds about now. Other psykers were probably pretty scared or lost as well. She and her Astropath, Belford, knew this was coming and were prepared for the shock. They did however, expect to stop it. This was her biggest failure in a while.
It had been a long time since she had been duped by another person, and she had lived longer than most. Xylar was, in her defense, an exceptional person. Highly intelligent and inventive, he was a very formidable and dangerous foe. Still, for all his guile, he had been very predictable for the last 15 years, despite his almost supernatural ability to escape at the last moment. This misdirection had come out of nowhere. She had piles of parts manifests, travel documents, correspondence and multiple missing persons reports that all lead her team here.
Somehow, Xylar had constructed a device that replicated the psychic blocking effects of a warpstorm and the silencing effects of Untouchables. She could only imagine how. She didn't have to imagine how to stop it though.
She watched as her team was returning from the false encampment below. She already knew what they had to report. Xylar had sent an entire team of humans to their doom just as a ruse. They had orders not to be taken alive to keep them from being interrogated. They also would have no news as to where the criminal would really be.
She knew though, he was on Meldrajenous, and she didn't have much time.